The Crazy Son-In-Law

The waiter instinctively glanced at Xiao Shun from the corner of his eye. From their conversation just now, it seemed that the unremarkable-looking young man would be paying for this meal. And with each bottle of wine ordered by Lan Yaming costing over two hundred thousand dollars, the waiter even felt a bit worried for him.

Regardless, the other young people didn’t seem to come from ordinary households. They had the same unconscious arrogance that wealthy children tended to possess, so the waiter wasn’t concerned at all about them being unable to pay the bill.

Soon, they finished their meal and had their fill of wine. Suddenly, the bespectacled young man said, “I have some invitation tickets for Mo Yibai’s live show tonight at Cotton Bay. I couldn’t go, so if you guys want to go, I can give you these tickets.”

“Mo Yibai’s live show?” Lin Dandan asked.

“Yes, before Mo Yibai became a superstar with her contract, she used to perform at Cotton Bay. Today is the fifth anniversary of her debut, so she has specially organized this thank-you show at Cotton Bay. It is said that besides some hardcore fans, many distinguished families in Stillwater have also received invitations,” said the bespectacled young man.

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“Do you want to go?” Xiao Shun asked softly.

Song Linger nodded rapidly like a chicken pecking at food on the ground.

Although Mo Yibai’s popularity had never reached beyond Stillwater, her song “Harbor” was once known to many. Every person in Stillwater had either sung or at least heard this song.

It was a song about family. Song Linger lost her mother at a young age, and her father was kicked out of the family. She always felt like the song was about her. It had accompanied her through a long period of time and made her a fan of Mo Yibai.

Lan Yaming also noticed Song Linger’s reaction and said to the bespectacled young man, “Give them to me, and we’ll go later.”

The bespectacled young man handed the tickets to Lan Yaming. There were five tickets in total, just enough for Lan Yaming, the brother and sister, and Xiao Shun and Linger.

“Sir, you need to pay two million and two hundred and seventy thousand dollars,” said the waiter holding the bill to Xiao Shun when it was time to pay.

Lan Yaming and the others all looked at Xiao Shun, as if expecting something. Two million dollars. Although they all come from billion-dollar families, none of them could have more than one million dollars in their accounts.

Moreover, they were all still students, and they would definitely get a good scolding if they rashly asked their families for more than two million dollars.

Although Song Linger knew they were doing this on purpose and she was pretty pissed off about it, she didn’t show it on her face.

She knew just how much Xiao Shun’s worth. Just with the fifty million she gave him, a mere two million was nothing to him. So, she was not worried at all that he wouldn’t be able to pay this bill.

Xiao Shun calmly took out a platinum card from his pocket and handed it to the waiter.

They could tell at a glance that it was a platinum card worth at least ten million, which sent them to great shock. Was this person really just a bodyguard?

Of course, there was another possibility. He could be a very professional bodyguard, asking his employer for over ten million per year. That’s normal, but it’s still not something they could see every day that someone spent over two million in such a lavish manner.

“It seems that he really is something under that ordinary disguise,” Lan Yaming thought.

When they finally left the restaurant, it was almost eight o’clock. Lan Yaming, the brother and sister, and Xiao Shun and Linger then drove to Cotton Bay, while the other three took a taxi back to their school.

Cotton Bay was brightly lit at this time, with flower baskets placed at the entrance with Mo Yibai’s photos on them, and the baskets were filled with various cards where the blessings from her fans were written.

A dedicated stage was set up in the hall, and the lighting was already in place. Those hardcore fans and those kids from distinguished families had already been there, and they were seated in two separate areas.

The rich kids were naturally seated in the front rows, while the so-called hardcore fans could only wave their hands from the rear rows. Perhaps this was the difference between losers and wealthy people.

Xiao Shun had never paid much attention to these celebrities, and it was not until he entered and saw those photos that he realized Mo Yibai was the same haughty “Miss Mo” he had met a few times.

He couldn’t help but marvel at how small the world really was.

Their seats were exactly between the fans and the rich kids, not too far or too close from the stage.

In the dressing room, Mo Yibai had already put on an exquisite makeup. She silently looked at herself in the mirror and couldn’t help but sigh.

Five years had passed. Time flew so fast. After five years of ups and downs, she was now twenty-five years old.

Every day in the entertainment industry, there would always be some younger people, but she had never found her own place. She could only stay in this small city and enjoy these insignificant accolades. Maybe most people just liked her because of her face.

They might not even know her songs. How sad!

Perhaps in another five years, even these people in Stillwater wouldn’t remember Mo Yibai.

But what else could she do?

She had to survive.

If one day they no longer remembered her, perhaps she could open a bar of her own and sing there.

“Miss Mo, I’ve heard about you before, and today I can finally meet you! You’re so beautiful,” said a well-dressed and handsome young man as he entered the dressing room, holding a glass of champagne. The makeup artist had sensibly stepped aside upon seeing him.

“Mr. Sikong, that’s so kind of you,” Mo Yibai replied, rising to her feet and looking at him with her beautiful eyes.

The man in front of her was Sikong Xing, the owner of Cotton Bay. He had been abroad until recently, and upon his return, he took over Cotton Bay. The Sikong family’s regard for him was quite evident.

Mo Yibai had been mingling in high society for years and had long heard of this Mr. Sikong. Countless girls from prestigious families had considered him the ideal candidate for a husband.

Although he had some scandals in the past, it did not affect their admiration for this handsome gentleman.

When Mo Yibai was performing here, Sikong Xing was still in college. After graduation, he went straight abroad, so he knew little about those things in Stillwater in recent years. When he saw Mo Yibai today, he was impressed.

Now she was wearing a black off-shoulder dress, revealing her white and tender shoulders. Beneath the deep V-neckline was her slender waist, and her exquisite makeup made her shine even more in the crowd. At this moment, she was no less stunning than that slut he had been daydreaming about all the time.

But Sikong Xing had some cleanliness obsession for his woman. He had heard something about this woman and how she had approached other men. Nonetheless, she looked quite pretty, and he could definitely find some fun with her in bed, but that was all there was to it.

“I heard that Miss Mo was discovered by your agency when you were performing at Cotton Bay. Today, we can have you again. Well, I wish you a successful performance,” Sikong Xing raised his glass and said.